Function
Lonely nightmares with people just like you
Cracking icebergs like it's a thing to do
Losing more than you could ever treasure
Keeping glue in your ear hoping something sticks
Unable to hear but talking without lips
Moving to places we can never remember
And the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man
And nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
Tall buildings and the death of salesmen
Places to leap but no faith in landing
Concrete symmetry becomes a tiring sight
Romantic endeavours and nihilistic dares
Lock up the self that loves, shares and cares
Become a sociopath by your own design
Sitting on the tip of taboo
It's what our parents did and we still do
As the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man
'Cos when nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
But you know you gotta stick with it
Maybe it gets better than this
Cos you know it's kind of hard
Trying to live our lives apart
When nobody gives a damn what their doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick with it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
Keep the desire to function locked away in a splintered draw
Cracking icebergs like it's a thing to do
Losing more than you could ever treasure
Keeping glue in your ear hoping something sticks
Unable to hear but talking without lips
Moving to places we can never remember
And the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man
And nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
Tall buildings and the death of salesmen
Places to leap but no faith in landing
Concrete symmetry becomes a tiring sight
Romantic endeavours and nihilistic dares
Lock up the self that loves, shares and cares
Become a sociopath by your own design
Sitting on the tip of taboo
It's what our parents did and we still do
As the lied to becomes the liar
Hot from the organ's fire
Burning like the sun
Screaming at the choir of man
'Cos when nobody gives a damn what they're doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
But you know you gotta stick with it
Maybe it gets better than this
Cos you know it's kind of hard
Trying to live our lives apart
When nobody gives a damn what their doing
These things add up in the pot and it's brewing
But we'll stick with it and maybe we'll be dancing soon
Keep the desire to function locked away in a splintered draw
Credits
Writer(s): J Downey
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